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happy what if joe burrow and josh allen kissed week
JOSH ALLEN & co. at the Sabres Home Opener ( 10.12.2023. )
i have returned from watching the interview and wow i am so endeared by these idiots it is unreal. my highlights:
quinn's "facetime works!"
luke's "fuck"
luke’s “my phones out of power” what kind of 21 year old talks like that 😭 ok grandpa
jack's "what else can i do?"
quinn’s ADORABLE!! laugh when the mom says “of course”
jack’s uncontrollable laugh while he’s saying “this is jack”
honorary mention for luke's entire monotone forced apology
Part 2!
Sources: 06, 07, 08, 09-10
Images: 06, 07, 08, 09, 10
screamed when i saw this insta post.
oh my god fraser. he looks TEWWWW GOOD
i love these silly little guys
Day 368 of me trying to get my Phillies friends to fall in love with my goofy hockey team.
repost retweet relike reblog
i miss fraser minten
I ABSOLUTELY LOVEEE
Hiiiii!!! Can I request literally anything written about Fraser Minten lol. I was thinking maybe she’s having a sleepover at his house for the first time and is a tad bit shy and nervous about them sharing his bed maybe with prompts 35 and 39 from your fluffy list???
Thank you so much!!!! I’m obsessed with ur writing
Saturday Sleepover ⎥ FM39
Pairing: Fraser Minten x fem!reader
Warnings: fluffyyyyy, one kiss (I think), one swear
Summary: Y/N stays over at Fraser's for the first time after their usual Hockey Night in Canada Saturday date
Notes: Thank you so much for the request! I love writing for Minty and there is a lack of Minty content on here. Hope you enjoyed!! Prompts 35: "That's my girl" and 39: "You're blushing" "No I'm not". I also made up the entire game except for the misconducts that were given in an actual Florida-Ottawa game last fall.
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Word Count: 978
As per weekly Saturday tradition, Y/N and Fraser watch whatever hockey game is on TV. Both avid hockey fans and players, they both grew up watching Hockey Night in Canada, rooting for their teams with unabashed pride; Fraser for Vancouver and Y/N for Winnipeg. Occasionally, their hockey-watching dates are over FaceTime when Fraser is out of town for games and he often falls asleep, his phone dying overnight.
Tonight, however, isn’t one of those nights. The Blades played a rare Saturday matinee game, ending just before four. This gave the couple time to make dinner before the start of the game. His billet family is away visiting relatives for the weekend, so it’s just the two of them. They settle in for the game with plates of spaghetti and salad. Ottawa is playing Florida tonight.
“This should be interesting.” Y/N comments, “nothing good ever happens when the Tkachuk brothers are on the ice together.”
“Very true. How many fights do you think will happen?” Fraser asks, half-Joking, half-serious.
“Oh, easily three or four.”
The game starts off fairly uneventful. No goals from either team and only a penalty or two. But you can tell the teams are chippy with each other. It's the start of the second when things finally amp up. It starts with a slash to the shins of Jakob Chychrun from Nick Cousins, sparking Brady Tkachuk to get involved. The refs are able to break it up before anything exciting happens. There is a pair of goals in the last 10 minutes of the first, so the teams are tied heading into intermission. The second follow is much of the same pattern; a goal for each team, a few minor penalties, and one scuffle. They had barely taken their gloves off before the refs broke it up, boring.
“ Boo.” Fraser says to the TV, “Let them fight, it’s more exciting that way.”
Y/N laughs and rolls her eyes. But he's not wrong, “You just like to see Matthew stir shit up.”
“You've got me there.”
It's in the dying minutes of the third one Fraser gets his wish. A cheap shot from Carter Verhaeghe sends Parker Kelly into the boards awkwardly. He doesn't get up as both teams end up in the corner. Claude Giroux tries to pull Parker away from the fight. The rest of the guys grab each other and start fighting, well most of them anyway. Brady and Matthew are both in the mix. Helmets are off, gloves and sticks are scattered on the ice and the refs are circling. Parker got some help getting to the bench and is getting checked by a trainer. The fight goes on, eventually guys are in headlocks, jerseys are half off, and others are piled on the ice, still swinging punches. The refs break up the fight, sending the guys towards penalty boxes before dishing out the penalties.
“Every player on the ice gets a 10-minute misconduct, except for the goalies and Ottawa number 27.”
Both Fraser and Y/N are staring, absolutely dumbfounded. Almost never do 10 players get game misconducts.
“Well, there's the entertainment for the night.” Y/N quips.
The last few minutes pass quietly, the benches are looking very bare, five guys gone from one side and four from the other. Fraser has nodded off by the time the game ends, and Y/N isn't far behind. She turns off the TV and folds the blanket that she used. She sighs tiredly, looking around the dim room. Fraser’s half-asleep on the couch, all sleep-warm and face cast with shadows from the kitchen lights. Y/N moves about the room, gathering her bag and phone. She smiles softly, love in her eyes as she looks as Fraser. She wakes him gently, prompting him to go to bed.
“Just stay.” Fraser mumbles sleepily, yawning.
“I…I don’t know.” Y/N hesitates, wanting to say yes.
“Please.” He interrupts, giving Y/N a soft, pleading look.
Y/N stays quiet for a minute, reaching out to brush a piece of hair off of his forehead, “Ok. I’ll stay.”
“That’s my girl.”
Y/N flushes, turning shy all of a sudden. She looks away, avoiding his gaze. They haven’t slept over at each other’s places yet, and it makes Y/N’s cheeks warm.
“Why’d you get shy?” He asks as they walk to his room.
“What? No I didn’t”
“Yes, you did. Look, you’re blushing.” He grins at her, poking her cheek.
“No I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. And it’s cute.”
Y/N gives him an exasperated look, she will never admit it but Fraser is right. It’s their first night sleeping over together so it takes an extra few minutes to get everything sorted. She is a little jittery, nervous to share Fraser’s bed with him. Her brain goes into overdrive as she tries to avoid making things weird. Fraser gives her a shirt to sleep in and he pulls on a pair of sweatpants. They stand on opposite sides of the bed, unsure of how to proceed. Sure, they have cuddled before, but usually that was on the couch or her cramped twin bed at school. Fraser climbs in, throwing back the covers and he holds his hand out for Y/N to grab. She takes it climbing into the other side. He pulled the covers over them, rearranging his pillow for optimal comfort. Y/N does the same, relaxing more as the minutes go by. Fraser reaches over and shuts off the lamp, sending the room into darkness. By the light of the moon, they face each other. Fraser pulls Y/N closer, giving her a sweet kiss on her forehead before tucking her into his chest. Before long, the couple has drifted off, wrapped up in each other’s arms like it's the most natural thing in the world.
bye im crying
#TheFutureIsTeal (x, x, x)
tbis js one of my favorite things in the world and i come bsck to read it every once in a while
perfect girl, ms25
in which mackie spends the day with the sophomores best girl (set last season, 18+!!)
i feel the need to apologize for this but alas i will not,
enjoy! (this is 2.4k words of porn with no plot. mackie samo the man that you are)
your legs were sprawled over marks lap when a knock on the door stole your attention, a small tap to your thigh the force that brought it back
“probably food for mackie. bring it to him for me, hm?” you nodded softly, sliding off him and standing up, heading towards the door.
you bent to grab the bag, nodding to mark to confirm it was food, and then heading upstairs towards mackie’s door.
you knocked softly, waiting for his hum of approval before opening the door and stepping in, but not moving towards the bed.
a movie played on his tv and he’d been laser focused on it before you’d come in.
“hi, mack. i brought you your food,” you murmured, his eyes scanning you before he sat up and patted his lap, grinning
“thank you, baby. c’mere,” he said, confirming he wanted you on him.
you closed the door gently, shuffling over to the side of his bed and setting down the food as you found your way to his side, not on his lap but your legs laid over his.
he opened his bag and pulled out his meal, getting a couple bites in before he moved his fork toward your mouth and you blushed
“i’m ok, thank you,” he tilted his head, fork remaining in place.
“have some, baby. s’ good,” he insisted, moving the fork closer and raising his eyebrow at you. you parted your lips, letting him feed you and nodding after you’d finished, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“good,” you confirmed, earning a satisfied chuckle from mackie.
“d’you wanna watch my movie with me, baby? or is mark wanting you back,” he asked, looking down at you while piling his last bite of food, cleaning up his takeout container and setting it on his bedside table.
“wanna stay with you,” you mumbled, looking up at him with a small smile.
mackie had always taken good care of you. they all did, but mackie especially.
mark gave you the most attention, but he could get rough and distracted. ethan was a little all over the place, and you had a hard time reading what kind of mood he’d be in.
luke, despite often allowing you to steal his bed and clothes, only truly used you when he was having it really tough. dylan was sweet to you, but you found him quiet and a little too tame, though you loved him outside of your alone time
mackie took his time- he knew how to use his words and he controlled you in a way that meant you’d be sated. like he was telling you what he wanted, but it was only ever for your benefit
so if you had been given the option to spend a few hours with him, you’d take it in a heartbeat.
he laid down, pulling at your waist so you’d join him, wrapping his arm around you fully once you’d settled with your back against his chest.
the movie played quietly while you dozed off in his arms, his fingers eventually finding their way to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up around your hips and then moving to the band of your panties
your body shifted, subconsciously allowing him to slip them off you and throw them the the floor.
“you think i can just slip right in, baby? you’re fuckin’ made for me, won’t need to get you ready, hm?” his words went in one ear and out the other, your dazed hum confirmation enough for him.
so, he did as he said, gliding the head of his cock along your core a few times before pressing into you, a shocked gasp immediately slipping from your lips as you blinked tiredness from your eyes.
“mack- nh. mackie, you-“ your eyes fluttered shut again when he adjusted, but then kept still, a soft chuckle echoing in your ear.
“there’s a good girl,” he cooed, watching in awe as you squirmed to adjust to him. “just wanted you to warm me, baby. gonna stay right there with me inside you,”
a sweet moan tumbled from your lips as his hand ghosted over your stomach, barely grazing the bulge he was causing.
your head leaned back against his shoulder, eyes wide looking up at his with tears collecting on your waterline.
“shh, baby,” he soothed his hands along your hips gently, kissing your temple as you tried to relax into him now that you’d almost adjusted “feel full?”
you gulped, nodding to his question. “yeah? y’ can feel me stretchin’ you? feels good?” he smirked, tilting your jaw so you’d continue to look at him.
“so good, mack.. n’ deep- so, so deep,” you babbled, a small whine following your words. you’d wanted so badly for him to move- rock his hips a little. but he said he wanted you to warm him, so you listened.
“such a patient baby girl. so perfect f’ me,” he whispered, a little dazed and lost in his own control over you- but still maintaining it.
“watch the movie, baby,” he released your jaw, nodding to the tv screen and kissing your temple sweetly. you nodded, trying to keep your attention centred on the plot and not the aching wish that he’d move- just give you a little friction.
his phone buzzed with a text from the sophomore group chat, and a smirk found it’s way back to his lips.
from, estapa: princess still up with you, samo?
from, samo: watching a movie
from, eddie: fuckin hog
mackie chuckled to himself, kissing your temple again and mumbling your name into your ear sweetly. you hummed, sparing him a glance before letting your eyes drift to his phone that he’d set in front of you.
“you wanna give them a little show, baby?” you furrowed your eyebrows, not clueing in to what he meant until he opened his camera and adjusted your legs so your knees were up to your chest.
you moaned at the movement, watching his phone carefully as he angled it to snap a picture of him seethed inside you, your grown arousal drooling from your centre and leaving shining spots on your inner thigh
“fuck. prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen. can i show them, baby? show them how good you take me?” you bit your lip, contemplating his request as he readied the picture to send and hovered over the blue arrow
“only the sophomores?” you looked up at him, lip still slid between your teeth, this time with question.
he nodded “only for us, baby,” you nodded gently, watching as the picture sent with the message he’d typed
from, samo: attachment, 1 image
from, samo: warming me like she’s made for it
from, estapa: jfc
from, estapa: she’s fucking perfect
from, lukey: how can u not be moving
from, lukey: i’d have broken as soon as i started
from, eddie: she’s always so good for you
from, duker: fuck me shes pretty
from, samo: show that to anyone and i cut your dicks off
mackie chuckled as you squeezed around him, flustered at the compliments and desperate for him to start moving
“please, mack, i’ve been so good,” you blurted, his head cocking to the side. “i know you have, baby. gotta be patient with me, though,”
you fought the urge to whine at his denial, instead nodding obediently and trying to focus once more on the movie that was playing. if you’d seen it before, you were too distracted to piece together what it actually was.
he smiled, peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses and gently adjusting his hips, your walls immediately fluttering around him and a breathy whine of his name falling from your lips
“i love those pretty noises you make,” he murmured, his hips starting to rock back and forth, slowly but hard and deep. you reached for his hands, planted on your waist, and squeezed his wrist, crying out from pleasure
“mackie, mackie, it feels so good,” you squeezed both his hand and his cock, leaning your head back on his shoulder with your eyes fluttered shut
he hummed in appreciation, kissing your temple but keeping focused on his thrusts, moving his hand to your belly once more and adding a little pressure
you tried to squirm away, your eyes opening to look up at his and beg, to no avail. “you’re okay, baby, i’ve got you. bet that feels like heaven, hm?” he cooed, watching as your eyes watered again from the pressure building in the pit of your stomach
you only moaned in response, keeping eye contact with him for as long as he stayed looking down at you- his soft gaze a contrast from how harsh his thrusts were.
“you feel so good, baby girl. makin’ me feel so good. n’ you’re behaving like a pretty angel for me, such a good girl,” he praised, bringing his free hand up to cup your face and watch as you flushed, nodding
“jus’ wanna be perfect for you, mack. wan- nh, wanna be your good girl,” you cried, stuttering as his hand pressed harder on your stomach.
he pressed a soft kiss to your nose, pulling his head back when you leaned in to kiss his lips. you whimpered, moving your hands from his wrist to tangle into his hair and try again.
he obliged, the hand on your chin moving down to rub circles on your clit. you moaned into the kiss, tugging at his hair a little while your body started to writhe
you clamped your legs around his hand, pulling away from the kiss to moan, try and warn him how close you were. all you could get our way was stutters of his name or profanity
“shhh, baby. i know, i’ve got you. you can go ahead,” he whispered, cooing sweet nothings into your ear as you fell apart, thighs twitching and your walls suffocating him
he fucked you through it, getting ready to pull out as you caught your breath.
“no, no. stay, please stay inside” you begged, feeling him throb inside you and knowing he was close.
“i’ll come, baby. was gonna finish in your mouth,” you shook your head, choking on your lack of breath before finally finding your words and pleading with him
“want you to come inside. please? want you to fill me,” you begged, his pace having slowed down. both of your hands had moved to his lower back, trying to keep him seethed inside you
his hips twitched, a groan falling from his lips at your request.
“baby, you know i can’t. s’ against the rules,” he calmly explained, earning a sad look from you, leant on his shoulder. your hands made no effort to move and he kissed your forehead, trying to pull out of you.
“please, mack. please, s’ all i want. i’ve been so good. i won’t tell, i promise,” you knew he could’ve easily slipped out- he was stronger than you on any day, not to mention how fucked out you were
“you have been such a good girl for me, baby, so fuckin’ perfect all the time, but-“ your walls fluttered around him at the praise, his breath hitching while he tried to shake his head of the image of himself dripping from you
to no avail.
“fuck. okay, baby. i’ll come inside you. i’ll stuff you full of me n’ i want you on your back the second i pull out of that pretty pussy, alright? wanna watch you leak w’ me,”
you nodded quickly, your hands moving to grab onto his while his thrusts got a little rougher, your walls clenching around him while you felt your second orgasm near
“mack.. mackie, i- fuck” you moaned, a sweet chuckle coming from his lips before he focused on nipping at your shoulders, giving a little more pressure on your stomach
“so big, mh. full, feel so full,” you mumbled, doing your best to praise him into speeding up, your second release teetering on the edge.
“yeah? you like bein’ stretched, don’t you baby,” he quickly replied, pressing kisses to the marks he left on your shoulders and neck
“do you wanna come together, baby? m’ so close. feel so good squeezing me.. like im on top of the world,” he cooed, feeling your head nod immediately, your walls fluttering at the compliment
“alright, baby. one,” he paused, speeding up his thrusts “two. there you go, baby, you’ve got it,” he praised, watching as you struggled to adjust to his newfound pace
he murmured three, your body tensing during your orgasm as you tried to savour the feeling of him spilling into you.
he bit back his moans, a few whines slipping from his pressed lips as your body shook in his arms. you were a mess- haphazard moans of swears and his name breathy and beautiful as they fell, his cock aching at the way you were squeezing him
as you both came down, he let you catch your breath before pulling out of you, a sweet whine indicating your oversensitivity.
as told, you rolled onto your back and spread your legs for him, watching carefully as he got up and kneeled in front of you.
he kissed the inside of your knee, watching in awe as his load drooled from you, mixed with your own arousal.
“fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby. look at you,” he reached over for his phone once more, taking a picture of the mess he’d made of you. he flipped the phone, watching as your cheeks heated
“that one’s just for me, yeah? a reminder of how good you are just for me,” he soothed his hands along your thighs, still dazed at the sight in front of him.
you nodded in agreement, eyes fluttering in and out of sleep due to your exhaustion.
“alright, pretty baby. let’s get you in the bath. staying with luke tonight?” you shook your head weakly, reaching out for him and being given his hand.
“wanna stay with you,” he grinned, nodding and squeezing your hand like you had his.
“then you’ll stay with me, angel,”
when i say blonde men aren’t my type, i do not mean oliver moore.
and his back muscles…
just woke up and saw the draft lottery, and macklin celebrini you are a san jose shark??
me before bed every night
hockey has completely overtaken my life and i am so okay with that
family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”
me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:
I would never condone watching F1 for free without subscribing to those expensive, corporate streaming sites that make millions from advertising other corporations.
And I would never condone clicking on this link to watch F1 pre-season testing and all the free practices, qualifying and races.
Don’t click on this link.
JOKES! Fuck that, free for all is what I say. No one should miss out on F1 because it’s expensive to watch.
Just to be clear…this is the link I am talking about. It streams F1 for free. FREE!